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"S'the matter wit' you?" Tristan poked his head into the dressing room to check on Brad, an eyebrow popping up in amusement when he caught sight of Brad slow-dancing by himself around the room.
Today was the day of yours and Brad's wedding, and he was more nervous than ever. It wasn't like he was having second thoughts, obviously. He knew he wanted to marry you, but that wasn't the reason why he was nervous.. He didn't know how to slow-dance. And he knew that was a big part of the wedding, where everyone would be watching the both of you glide across the dance floor, just two people in love. But he had to push all those happy thoughts away because he felt like he was born with two left feet - Brad couldn't dance for shit.
"I told m'self I was gonna practice las' week but then I brushed it off and now I'm fucked, Tris." Brad whined, not even caring that he was just caught dancing by himself.
"Practice slow-dancing? All you have t' do is step around and twirl Y/N in a circle. Add in a dip and the crowd's goin' wild." Tristan shrugged, closing the door behind him. He let out a small sigh when Brad continued to ramble about how he was probably going to step on your feet and make the both of you fall over.
"Even if you make her fall over she won't love ya less. Y/N doesn't mind as long as t'e both of you are bein' humiliated." He joked, chewing on her fingernails before rolling his eyes. "Alright, you bloomin' idiot. I'll teach ya."
"You will? You said it was easy, right?" Brad straightened himself up as Tristan took his hand.
"Yes, Brad. S'really easy. Look, jus' go left, right, up, left.." Tris murmured, laughing lightly as he spun Brad around clumsily and pulled him back towards himself.
"See? Nothin' to be nervous about." The two of them spent the next couple minutes dancing around the dressing room before Brad got a little confident, hitching his leg up against Tristan's waist and causing the both of them to fall over. Tristan cackled as Brad struggled underneath him, his face growing red from how much he was laughing. They both started dancing stupidly then falling again on the floor.
"What the hell are you two doing in there?" Y/F/N knocked on the door, Tristan responding in between giggles.
"Sorry, Y/F/N! We'll be out in a bit. I'm gettin' the groom ready!" Tris looked up as Y/F/N opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise at what was going on.
"Y/N? I think Tristan's trying to steal your fiancé."
